If yelling at him wasn't bad enough, Simon isn't finished with his 'ex-brother' just yet…..

What'll Happen Now? (Part 2)

Simon's P.O.V

I let out a gasp of breath as the traitorous chipmunk kicked me in the stomach. I didn't notice as my glasses went flying from my face and shattered on the ground. I barely even noticed the pain in my gut. What I felt, was far more intense. It was beyond anger. It was pure a vengeful rage. My vision was impaired, and I was seeing double, but I didn't care. I had to make him suffer. Suddenly, I noticed Theodore sprint out of the room in tears.

"Theodore wait!" I cried. I turned to follow him, when I heard words that brought me to the brink of exploding with anger.

"Theodore, come back! Please! I need to talk to you, I need to-" Alvin started to call, but I wasn't going to take that.

"Shut up! Don't you ever talk to him! You have no right to say another word to him ever again you lying scum!" I screamed.

"Simon!" Dave yelled, but I ignored him. My father was not going to stop me dealing with this disloyal filth. He didn't deserve to be protected.

"I can say whatever I want to him. I love him like my brother and I will say what I want, when I want, and you can't do a thing about it!" he roared in my face, but that was the final straw. I balled my paws into fists, and before he could react, I swung them towards him. My first fist connected with the side of his head and he staggered back. My second fist didn't land so successfully. It went wild, and he managed to rush me before I could counter. His head slammed against my chest and I was buffeted back. But this wasn't over. Six years of my life. Six years he had lied to me. He was not about to beat me.

I swung both my arms forward and they boxed either side of his head. As he retracted in pain, I took advantage of the situation. I swung my leg up and returned the favour by kicking him straight in his stomach. He wheeled back from me and looked up at me in anger. I could hear Dave shouting and moving towards us, but he wasn't going to stop me. I readied myself to take another slug at him, but then I caught a flint behind his eyes. He started to run around me as fast as he could. I wasn't sure what he was trying to accomplish, but I was going to make sure he understood his mistake.

I took a swing straight at his fat head. But my fist went straight through. Suddenly, I felt a hard shove from beside me and I fell to the ground. How did I miss him, and how did he get around me? Then I realised my mistake. Without my glasses, I was seeing double vision, and he had just used it against me. I had hit the wrong Alvin. He had been directly behind my fist, and took the opportunity to shove me.

"I'm going to talk to Theodore and you can't stop me!" he cried and started to dash away from me, but I wasn't going to end this yet. I scrambled to my feet and took chase after him. I heard a yell, and turned to see that Dave was right on our tail, but I wasn't going to let up. He had caused us, caused me too much pain to just be forgiven. I was going to finish this.

I didn't know whether it would make me feel better or not to hurt him, but I couldn't stop myself chasing him. He was going to suffer just like I was. I leapt forward and managed to grab his tail. We both tumbled forward underneath the couch. As we came to a stop, we both scrambled to our feet.

"You aren't going anywhere near him. You have caused enough pain!" I growled. Saying that seemed to have had an effect on him.

"I'm not trying to cause anyone any pain... I just want to explain..." but I cut him off. I had heard enough of his explanations, and I had really had enough of his apologies.

"I don't care Alvin. You don't deserve to explain anything. You have already ruined our lives enough. How do you think explaining will change anything? How do you think sorry will change anything? Those are just words. I don't know and I don't care whether you actually do care, but it doesn't matter. You lied to us for six years Alvin, six years! You could have told us, and then we may have listened to you, but not now." I growled.

"You were going to continuing lying to us to the rest of our lives if you could. The only reason we know is because of the blood test, otherwise we would have never known. So that is why Alvin; you can apologise all you want, but you can never make up for what you did. Not just the fact that you forced your way into our lives, but that you were never going to tell us!" I said, anger drenching every word. I watched him.

Alvin tried to say something, but he couldn't; the fire in him was lost. He lowered his head and his body slumped. I however, was still ready to fight. I rushed at him and took a swing. The fist slammed into his chest and he went sliding across the floor out into the living room, right at Dave's feet.

"Stop this now, both of you!" he cried as I emerged from under the couch. I didn't attack again, but this wasn't over.

"You have caused so much pain Alvin, why don't you just stop? Theodore is off crying his eyes out because of you! Just get way! You aren't part of this family anymore so stop pretending to be! You aren't and never will be our brother!" I screamed. Alvin's determined look fell to depression as he looked at me. His eyes started to well up with tears.

Before Dave could stop him, the red-clad chipmunk sprinted out of the room. He dived through the cat flap on the door, installed just for us, and disappeared outside somewhere. For some reason, mingled deep within my anger and hatred I felt another emotion. It was... guilt. No, it couldn't be guilt, he was the one who had caused all the pain and suffering, not me. So why did I feel that?

As fast as the emotion had been triggered, it was gone, lost amongst a sea of rage and resentment. Still, for some reason, I didn't feel as sure of myself as I once was. Was I too hard?

So where did Alvin go? Stay tuned to find out and to see the Chipettes return to the limelight